I'm a simple emigrant, and Germany never ceases to amaze me

Situation. I'm in the office, at lunch I decide to quickly run to the store. I walked and walked, and still couldn't find what I was looking for, and to get back to the office faster I decided to ride two stops on the tram. It was an excellent decision, because what followed was a full surreal ordeal. They say dreams like this happen at 40°C. I stand at the stop, not my tram approaches, and people enter it like snails. The last to board are an ordinary man, a strange guy, and also a strange, but also a lost mother. I don't know how the dialogue inside started, but I see, the Ordinary explains to that couple that they need to go to another stop. They stand there, not getting what’s happening. The Ordinary this whole time keeps the tram door open for them. The door tried to close once, twice, thrice. It got stuck open. My tram has already arrived, but I’m forced to wait until this one frees the rails. In the meantime, this one has had an obnoxious squeal for several minutes, heard across the street. I look, a stout, handsome, completely gray-haired man with a good-looking beard, like from a macho advertisement, stands up and, with a dumb look, clamps the doors with his hands, and fully closes them in two attempts. The crowd saved their applause for later, because the tram keeps squealing: you can’t take it by force! Another minute later the tram driver comes out, opens some cabinets I didn’t even know existed. He opens doors here and there, turns keys, presses buttons and, voila, the doors close, this time properly. All this time on the narrow road a police car, squeezed between two trams, patiently waits. In one moment, it decides to pass on the oncoming lane, backs up, and, from nowhere, another man appears, whom she almost ran over. But everything turned out fine. I barely avert my gaze, and I see — a plump grandmother in a headscarf and sunglasses with an even plumper grandson, who clearly is long overdue to live separately, jump onto a single electric scooter together, grandma at the wheel, and, weaving between policemen and the tram, they ride off into the sunset. Finally, my tram pulled up. I turn my head, and out of the kiosk comes a pure clone of Durov. Right there, one-to-one; if not for the work clothes and cigarettes in his hands, you’d think it’s him. By the way, I saved minus four minutes in the end, but it was worth it! #curiosities #frankfurt